Reborn as the God of Death and became the Captain of the Ten Blades

Hearing someone mention this name, Nnoitra's fierce attack suddenly stopped.

When Yami saw this, he smiled ferociously, and his fist struck out like a giant cannon.

"Nnoitra, why are you moving so slowly?"

A heavy punch knocked Nnoitra far away, kicking up a large amount of dust.

After a while, a gray figure suddenly jumped out of the sand and yelled angrily:

"Yami, don't be too proud."

Nnoitra's small fluctuation was instantly caught by Ulquiorra.

Aizen also sheathed his Zanpakutō.

Grimmjow then said: "The Vastodo-class Daxu, fought with Aizen-sama."

Ulquiorra glanced at the god of death opposite him, and not surprisingly, the person Grimmjow was talking about was Lord Aizen.

"There is no winner."

Hearing this, Ulquiorra, who had always remained calm, was finally shocked. He was sure that Aizen in front of him did not use all his strength, and it was unknown how much.

But even so, he still has no power to fight back.

Suddenly he remembered the terrifying power that broke out in Hueco Mundo the day before. He was still confused, but now he understood.

When did such a powerful Vastod appear in Hueco Mundo? The level is too high!

Keep an eye on Grimmjow, knowing that the most critical moment has come.

"In order to fight against the invisible existence, Li Chuan also surrendered."

Finally, he glanced at the other person and suddenly looked crazy. He looked up at Xu Zhiyue in the sky and laughed wildly.

"No matter who he is, no matter what his purpose is, I must teach him a lesson, teach him a lesson severely."

......

Soul Society.

Li Chuan, who was still sleeping, opened his eyes, thoughtfully, and then continued to fall asleep, with a faint smile on his lips, as if he had thought of something interesting.

......

Ulquiorra ignored the mad Grimmjow and calmly replied: "I refuse."

Aizen originally thought that the opponent would choose to surrender after using his trump card, but he was still rejected, and he couldn't help but feel a little angry, and the eyes behind the lenses flickered with coldness.

Ulquiorra's heart suddenly tightened, and he felt a big hand pinching his heart, gradually increasing its strength.

A feeling of numbness quickly spread throughout the body, and only the voice of the God of Death on the opposite side was heard, like the cold winter: "Submit, I will give you more powerful power to help you deal with the more powerful existence fifty years ago."

"Or die."

The sound was like a sharp sword piercing into the ears of all the Death Gods and Vastod present. Yami and Nnoitra, who were still roaring and fighting fiercely, also stopped.

Nnoitra gloated, cruelly sticking out her tongue and swiping it around her lips. She waited expectantly.

Grimmjow had already put one hand on his Zanpakutō, his sharp eyes flashed with madness, but he calmly waited for Ulquiorra's answer.

Ichimaru Gin still looks like he doesn’t care about anything that has nothing to do with him.

Feeling the discomfort and suffocation coming from the heart, knowing the fate he was about to face, he said lightly: "I refuse."

As soon as he finished speaking, unspeakable pain came from the depths of his soul. The huge feeling of suffocation tried to drown him, and his vision became increasingly blurry. Even so, he just didn't say a word.

Unable to hold on any longer, his body fell from the air and fell heavily on the sand.

Even so, he still remained indifferent, looking at the figure in the sky, and said coldly: "If I lose to the God of Death, I will lose the value of my existence."

"Hueco Mundo cannot surrender to the God of Death."

Seeing that the other party remained stubborn, Aizen's eyes finally ignited with anger and he was about to raise his Zanpakutō.

At this moment, his feet moved slightly and disappeared in place. A huge fist fell from the sky and hit the ground hard. A loud bang exploded on the calm sand. In an instant, dust flew wildly.

Ulquiorra felt the discomfort on his body disappear, and then his body lightened up and was blown up by the wind of the fist, and his vision quickly receded in his eyes.

Just as he was about to stand up, a black shadow suddenly fell over his head. When he looked up, what caught his eye was Nnoitra's cruel and gloating smile. All four arms were holding scythes, and the edges of the blades were covered with blood.

His face was covered in blood, and a large semicircular hole was blasted out from the edge of his waist. You could vaguely see the desert behind him, and it looked extremely terrifying.

"Hey, Ulquiorra, you have this day too." After saying that, Nnoitra raised his four scythes high and struck hard at Ulquiorra on the ground.

Ulquiorra just looked at the other party coldly, and suddenly his eyes were shocked, as if he had seen an incredible scene.

"Keng!" A figure quickly flashed to his side, knelt on one knee, and raised his Zanpakutō to prepare a fatal blow for Ulquiorra.

The empty hole in the abdomen, the white unbuttoned shirt, the sky blue broken hair, and the mask attached to the cheek can still be vaguely seen.

"Grimmjow." Ulquiorra was speechless for a moment, his pupils were trembling. Except for his teeth, he had never interacted with other Vasto. Apart from his personality, he also knew that even Vasto

There is an agreement between Germany and Germany that they will never show mercy to each other whenever there is an opportunity.

Feeling the pressure on his head, Grimmjow felt a chill in his heart and said slowly: "Don't be so sentimental, I'm not trying to save you."

"I just can't stand unfair fighting."

"SO." Ulquiorra said softly. An unspeakable emotion suddenly surged out of his chest and quickly infected his soul. At this time, everything around him seemed to have pressed the pause button, and he could hear it in his ears.

There was a "dong...dong...dong..." heartbeat sound. Just as I continued to check, it disappeared again. Everything around me returned to normal, and it seemed like I had experienced some kind of illusion, strange and complicated.

The body has also returned to its pre-blade state.

Nnoitra was still crazy and didn't want to waste this perfect opportunity. The spiritual pressure in her body surged out and she shouted loudly: "Go to hell!"

Grimmjow has not yet been killed. Although the opponent is seriously injured, his high-speed regeneration is still effective, making it still difficult to resist.

Nnoitra's eyes were burning with murderous intent, and her whole body was bathed in yellow spiritual pressure. The half-moon-shaped armor on her head was vaguely visible, and her ferocious eyes seemed to devour them, like a demon.

At this moment, Grimmjow felt a chill in his vest, and his mind was frantically transmitting dangerous signals. Before he could react, he felt a sharp sword approaching from the corner of his eye.

How could he forget this fatal move? Grimmjow thrust his hands upwards, and in desperation, he and Ulquiorra resorted to a lazy donkey roll to avoid this move.

When the light of the knife swept across the skin, there was a pinprick-like pain, a loud sound came from their ears, and the white sand drowned them like a fountain.

This guy has been promoted again since Li Chuan left.

It’s really tasteless.

Along the way, Nnoitra devoured many top Achukas who could Arrancar.

Regardless of the agreement between Vastod, I will swallow it if I can.

Seeing the two people running away in confusion, Nnoitra took advantage of the victory and pursued him, not giving them a chance at all, especially not allowing Grimmjow to free his Zanpakutō.

With the sound of screaming wind, he arrived in front of Grimmjow in the blink of an eye. He swung out two scythes from his side slightly, and another scythe followed closely behind. The blades shone with cold light and showed a murderous aura.

Grimmjow knew how powerful he was, and with a dull sound under his feet, he disappeared instantly and appeared dozens of meters away.

Seeing that Nnoitra missed a hit, he was a little disappointed. Just as he was about to take advantage of the victory, a ray of light suddenly appeared. It was extremely fast and sharp. An extremely dangerous signal came from his mind. The ray of light arrived quickly and he could not react in time. It was extremely dangerous.

Next, the instinct from the beast drove him to cross the six scythe teeth on his chest as fast as possible.

"Ding~~" Xiaguang quickly exchanged hands with the sickle, and the huge impact pushed Nnoitra back several meters.

A familiar and cold voice came to my ears: "Shoot him! Godly gun!"